(10,000-word chapter. The 140,000-word update promised at the beginning of the month has been completed. Jianlai has made three promises to update the word count, once during the Chinese New Year, the second time last month, and this time, and it has been fulfilled.)
I don't know if it's an illusion, but Cao Qinglang always feels that time flies by very quickly. In the past, there were big rivers, moving slowly, but now there are mountain streams flowing, and you can even hear the sound of running water.
In the blink of an eye, autumn turned to winter, and the first snow of the year suddenly ushered in, and it fell like a goose feather all at once. Cao Qinglang, who woke up in the early morning, sat on the bed and looked at the heavy snow outside the window, stunned.
I couldn't believe it. I put on my clothes and shoes and quickly opened the door. The first thing I wanted to do was to tell that person that it was snowing heavily. Just looking at the door of the side house, Cao Qinglang scratched his head and finally remembered that person.
He has been gone for a long time, but he still often feels that that person will be sitting on a small bench in the yard. Whether it is early in the morning or midnight, he can be seen as soon as he goes out. He doesn't say much, he just looks at him with a smile.
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I hope the auspicious snow heralds a good harvest.
Cao Qinglang raised his hand and breathed a sigh of relief. He felt a little cold and had to put on some extra clothes. He huddled back to the house. After putting on extra clothes, he sat upright at a small wooden table made by his father. He opened a book and began to recite sages.
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At the end of autumn, there was a new teacher at the school. He was more strict and seemed to be more knowledgeable. He explained the principles clearly. Even the classmates in the school who disliked studying the most could understand them. He was very good.
After Cao Qinglang finished memorizing the book, he rubbed his hands to keep them warm. He was a little worried because there was not much money left at home.
After his parents passed away, the government gave him a pension, but it was not given to him all at once. However, the Yamen would come over regularly every month and hand it over to him.
Cao Qinglang didn't think much about it. He just thought that the yamen were doing things like this, and he had lost his parents and had no relatives in the capital of Nanyuan. In the past, he only had to tell his elders what he wanted to eat or buy, but now he wants to
He went to make careful calculations on his own, spending every copper coin carefully. This feeling was not pleasant, but there was no way, he had to live his life.
Fortunately, when he was in the most difficult time, that person lived at home, which made Cao Qinglang, who was guarding the house alone, quietly have some thoughts.
Cao Qinglang changed into a pair of yellow suede boots suitable for going out in rainy and snowy weather. Just when he was wearing the boots, Cao Qinglang started crying. His mother bought them on New Year's Eve. What about this year?
Fortunately, Cao Qinglang quickly recovered his emotions, went to the kitchen to rest his belly, and was about to go out to school. However, while loading books in the room, Cao Qinglang was a little dazed, and the man agreed.
I will make a small bamboo box for him when I have time. The book says that a gentleman keeps his word and promises a thousand pieces of gold, so he must be really in a hurry, but he just doesn’t know when the next meeting will be.
Cao Qinglang picked up an oil-paper umbrella and walked out of the courtyard with his luggage on his back. He was surprised to find an acquaintance walking outside the courtyard. He was actually Mr. Zhong from the school. He had a very strange surname. He was dressed in a green shirt and was also holding an oil-paper umbrella.
When he saw Cao Qinglang, he stopped and asked, "What a coincidence, you live here?"
Cao Qinglang wanted to put down his umbrella and bowed to Mr. Zhong who happened to pass by his door. Mr. Zhong waved his hand and said, "No, it's snowing."
Mr. Zhong is very knowledgeable, but he is very serious when preaching and answering questions. Everyone is afraid of him. Cao Qinglang is no exception. He just respects him more than his classmates. So this school teacher said that there is no need to bow to Cao Qinglang.
Subconsciously, I listened to the old man's words, and then an old man and a young man each held an umbrella and walked in the alley with deep snow.
Master Zan has naturally heard about Cao Qinglang's family situation. After all, in the school, many neighborhood children are his playmates and classmates. Cao Qinglang's eyes are different when he looks at Cao Qinglang, and there are some whispers. Cao Qinglang just pretends not to see it.
He didn't hear it, so the old man asked: "What difficulties are there in living alone now?"
Cao Qinglang smiled and shook his head: "Mr. Hui, no."
He answered in a precise manner, and his words and demeanor were not like those of a back-alley child. No wonder he was ridiculed by the skinny little girl as a young master.
The old man nodded and added: "After all, you are still young, and you really have difficulties that you can't overcome. You can tell me, and you don't have to feel embarrassed. There are many difficulties in life, both in books and outside. Don't say it's you, it's me. This
No matter how old you are, there are still places where you can ask for help.”
Cao Qinglang hummed, "Sir, I understand. If there is really a problem, I will come to see you."
After hesitating for a moment, Cao Qinglang was a little embarrassed and said, "The last time someone took me to school, he said the same words as my husband. He told me that in the future, it is inevitable for me to study and make a living alone, and it is inevitable to ask for help. If others don't help, I can't help.
If you hold grudges and hold grudges, if others help you, you must remember them in your heart."
Master Zhan smiled for the first time, "Is that person called Chen Ping'an?"
Cao Qinglang was stunned, "Sir, do you know him?"
Master Zan nodded and said, "He and I are friends, but I didn't expect you to know him too."
Cao Qinglang suddenly became happy.
Chen Pingan is a friend of Mr. Zhong.
Mr. Zhong made a serious face and lectured: "Don't think that because of this relationship, if you don't study carefully, I won't give you a slap in the face."
Cao Qinglang nodded quickly.
An old man and a young child, the master and the student, walked on the street that had been repaired by the government. The steps were difficult and slow. Cao Qinglang became more courageous and asked the master how he met Chen Pingan. Master Zhong only said that it was.
They have similar spirits, and although they have known each other for a short time, they are truly worthy of being called friends.
The heavy snow fell one after another and refused to stop. Cao Qinglang felt warm in his heart. He walked to the door of the school with his husband and turned around to look.
The last meeting was also a farewell. The man just stood there and stopped. After saying those words, he held an umbrella in one hand and watched him walk into the school.
Master Zan turned his head in front and asked, "What's wrong?"
Cao Qinglang shook his head, smiled brightly, turned around and walked quickly into the school.
After Mr. Zhong took his seat in the school, he waited until all the Meng children had arrived before he began to impart knowledge.
The old master has frost-white temples, wears a green shirt, and speaks slowly. When he talks to the children about the principles of saints and sages, he seems to have an aura that is almost that of a sage.
There is an official family with a deep courtyard in the capital city of Nanyuan Kingdom. This family's private library is quite famous in the capital. Today, a young man with the status of a concubine went up to the building to read. He often came here to read books. However, the collection of books is precious and the family rules not only prohibit it.
Hold a candle and go upstairs, and you are not allowed to take books out. Many wooden boxes with rare and rare books are sealed and no one is allowed to open them without permission.
Today the young man is a little sad and angry, and his heart is filled with depression. Actually, he didn't come here to read a book, he just wanted to find a quiet place to relax.
The county examination and the government examination were held for all students in the capital. The boy passed both and obtained the status of a boy student. However, his results were not outstanding, so he did not become a scholar. He was only qualified to participate in the college examination. This made him very fond of his mother.
It was because of guilt that the two brothers who participated in the two county examinations together became scholars in one fell swoop. Although the young man with a reputation for supernatural powers was a little puzzled, for some reason his writing was mediocre and his knowledge was far inferior to his own, but his grades were actually better. He had done better before.
I just thought that I didn't perform well on the spot, and my two legitimate brothers just performed better. But today I overheard two drunk brothers talking about the secrets of the county government's two exams, and the secret was revealed. It was actually their father who secretly
Improved the relationship with examiners.
Because the grandfather of the three of them was once the Minister of the Ministry of Etiquette in the capital. He was famous all over the world. He had presided over many Nanyuan National Congress Examinations and the examiners for the two examinations of the Capital County Government. When they met their grandfather, they had to call them Zuoshi and Fangshi respectively.
, this is the most important "teacher-student" relationship in the officialdom. The young man firmly believes that his grandfather will never do such dirty things. It must be the father of the two brothers who is using the guise to seek personal gain at the expense of the family tradition.
That's all. Although the young man is a concubine, he was born in a high-ranking family, and he knows a lot about the secrets of officialdom. But according to the proud discussion of the two elder brothers, why did the eldest uncle deliberately suppress him? He picked off his own nature.
Is the title of scholar that is in his pocket? The young man stood on the top floor of the library, looking at so many bookshelves and books, and smiled miserably. In such a large scholarly family that is well-known in the capital, in addition to him, a son of a common concubine, there are now several other families of the same age.
People, are you willing to come here to read books? Isn’t it a pity that so many rare books are shelved year after year without anyone paying attention?
The young man raised the back of his hand and wiped his tears, "Studying is useless, bullshit Yushu in front of the court..."
After complaining, the young man still started looking for books to read. He still had to take the college examination and read the books of sages. Even if he didn't study for himself or gain fame for himself, he couldn't let his mother down again. It's just that he was in a bad mood today.
Feeling irritated, he thought about reading a book other than the classics first. He selected books along the way, and finally picked out a nearly brand-new literati's notebook in the corner of the library. Then the young man was stunned for a moment. He just opened it.
I felt something was wrong about the title page. I opened the page with my fingers and found that there was a coin inside. It was somewhat different from the Nanyuan country's copper coins. The seal text was unfamiliar, and it was not made of copper or iron. It looked like jade but not jade, and it was crystal clear.
The coins were caught in the book, leaving slight marks on the two pages. At the mark, there happened to be an old saying that all readers knew, but not everyone believed.
The book has its own golden house, the book has its own beauty like jade, and the book has its own thousand millet.
The young man was a little strange. He hesitated for a long time and silently put it in his sleeve, thinking of taking it back to show his mother.
I never thought that this would almost lead to a disaster. Later, when the boy was studying at home, he took it out and rubbed it in his hand. His brother accidentally saw it and falsely accused him of stealing the things he had confessed on his desk.
, caused an uproar, alarming the grandfather who had ignored secular affairs for many years. Later, the old minister, who had been devoted to Taoist magic for many years, put away the coin, and on the same day mobilized all the trustworthy housekeepers in the house, spending a lot of money
It took two days and one night to carefully search through thousands of books in the library, but to no avail, not even the second coin was found.
The old minister ordered everyone to leave the library, and no one was allowed to tell the public about the matter, otherwise they would be expelled from the family. The old man thought about it alone in the library for a long time, found the frightened grandson, and returned to the library with the young man. The old man took the original book
The literati's writings with the coins were handed to the young man together, and he said with a smile: "If there were two coins like this, you would not have this opportunity to be a fairy. Don't worry, accept it, it should be yours. From now on, concentrate on studying.
All the books in this library are open to you, you can pick them up yourself, and you can take them out of the library to read."
The boy who was a blessing in disguise took the book and was confused.
The old minister told another secret, and said with great sincerity: "The two young champions who were born as child prodigies in the previous dynasty were very successful in the imperial examination. Both of them had a bad official reputation, and one of them was even insecure in the later years. Therefore, this dynasty is concerned about this
I have a deep taboo. This time you failed to be drafted, it was not your uncle's doing. He doesn't have that vicious heart, and he doesn't dare to have it. I'm not dead yet. In fact, it was my intention, just to suppress you.
After a while, you will be better off in the officialdom. In the final analysis, officialdom is not a game of chess. If you play too well first, it may not be a good thing in this dynasty."
After the agitated young man left, the old man turned around and took out another book. There were also prints in it, but there were no coins. However, where the prints were, there was a sage's teachings. A bandit and a gentleman are as good as discussing each other, and as polishing as polishing.
Because he only had one coin, the young man virtually monopolized all the blessings.
There is God's will in the dark.
This even made the old minister who yearned for immortality dare not snatch it.
To be continued...